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Event - Circus, Circus

Circus, Circus

➥ By the Pricking of My Thumb

(cw: wax, potential compulsion and fighting)

The train pulls into the railyard at noon under a bright blue sky. The engine is a bright red with orange and yellow flames painted along the sides. The first carriage after that is pitch black with similar flames and a logo for the Fenix Down Extravaganza. It's a stylized red phoenix head in a circle of orange and yellow, the name of the circus painted across the top and bottom, mirroring the curve of the circle. A line of carriages stretch out after that, painted all different colors, but each maintaining the motif of flames down the sides and each bearing the company logo.

Excitement comes to the railyard. The circus is in town for a one-week stint before they continue their journey north. People in colorful costumes--clowns, 'fire fairies' covered in drips of candle wax, and those in animal masks--paper the town with advertisements. You might even find yourself conscripted to help with putting up the fliers and posters if you look idle. A stack of posters is placed in your hands. A $100 bill set atop seems to be your incentives to do something more than just toss them in the bin. There's a frantic energy both about the performers and the people in town. You might even find yourself strangely caught up in it. You want to help spread the word, to ensure the posters reach every part of town. Everyone else who's been conscripted, as well? You can do it better, faster. You need to be faster. You need to claim the space for your own before it's lost to someone else.

There hasn't been a circus come to Gloucester in decades, and it's the Fenix Down Extravaganza! They're renowned for their pyrotechnics and laser lights shows. Surely the enthusiasm for all that is just… catching.

The tents and booths are set up in vacant fields to the west of town, and there's one curious addition, as well. There's a railroad car that's been seemingly pulled away from the railyard somehow. No one sees it being moved, but it's out in the vacant field, and some might recognize it as the old, dilapidated thing that had been hidden in the railyard, the charred husk filled with old posters. It looms, in the field, almost seeming to smoke where it sits. It's quickly cleaned and restored over the course of the day the circus is setting up, though, and it seems to have been turned into the ticket booth for the front of the circus, complete with a new bright red paint job.

➥ Something Wicked This Way Comes

(cw: large-scale vehicular collision, industrial disaster, fire, harm to animals)

It's not a single person who can claim credit for the find, but many people all together. Hours have been poured into researching the mysterious midnight train crash that had rocked people from their beds almost a week ago. Finally, something is found. Stitched together from local newspaper clippings from around Cape Ann, a story emerges, identifying a derailment in the city of Gloucester back in 1921. More than a dozen workers had died in the railyard and there were fires beyond that in the town. The train itself had had only a few people aboard, performers for the Smoke and Mirrors Acting Troupe, along with animals used in their performances. The stories seem to be tucked away a few pages from the front of the newspapers, which are dominated by stories about skyrocketing unemployment following the Great War and the return home for the troops.

All of the stories seem to end with the same sentiment: It could have been so much worse. If the train had derailed further north in one of the more populated cities, where it had been scheduled to arrive the next morning after the crash? It could have been hundreds, maybe even thousands dead.

The information, whomever has found it, is enough. ADI calls a staff meeting. Ghostly circus train derailments just before another circus rolls into town? That's not a coincidence. Everyone who's willing is purchased a ticket for entrance to the Fenix Down Extravaganza, and every person is assigned a partner to join them. Don't lose track. There will be no kidnappings this time. ADI is determined to keep their people as safe as they can be while investigating. Maybe have a chat with your new companion(s).

Those who misbehaved during the last event's Sticky Wicket prompt and were caught with either an opened box or found to have injuries related to the artifacts inside the boxes will be assigned an additional person to their group. A mentor to keep them on the right track this time. And also to narc on them if they mess up again. Better behave, partner.

➥ Send In the Clowns

(cw: reference to cannibalism, fire, pain, mild body horror)

There's a light and excited atmosphere about the circus once a body makes it through the long queue out front. The sweet and sticky scent of fried and sugary foods permeates the air along with barbecues and the ever-present smell of ash. Fire would seem to be the main attraction for the Fenix Down Extravaganza. Fire dancers, fire jugglers, people swallowing fiery swords, and walking over beds of hot coals. There are sideshow attractions and games to see before heading into the big top. Notably, there are no animals or signs of animals at the circus save for a small contingent of goats that are set up as a petting zoo, and a sideshow with a reptile exhibit along with a 'snakeman.' Otherwise known as a performer decorated with shiny sticker scales who provides interesting 'snake facts' to anyone who happens by.

The Food
The food is typical carnival garbage. A little overpriced, but still decent and provided in excess of what people should reasonably eat in one sitting, especially for things like the cotton candy and funnel cake. There is some decent grilled food available, and those who go snooping will find that the food prep within each of the little booths is acceptable for what it all seems to be. There is one booth characters might notice that has 'long-pig' on the menu. Or does it? Check again, and it's not there. It seems to be selling hotdogs, though. Just ordinary hotdogs. Care to bite into one?

The Games
Your standard rigged carnival games: the ring toss, the ladder climb, the baseball and milk jugs. Spend more money for bigger prizes! But you're risking losing it all, as well. There are a few unique games, as well, though. One is called 'The Floor Is Lava,' and participants must make their way around a strange obstacle course that's up on balance beams. If you slip and go down, it's just grass of course. But for a moment, for a split second, you can feel the heat and agony as the lava engulfs your body. You're fine, though, of course! It's just a game, after all. Even if you might feel a bit… singed after that. Another game someone might find tucked away in an obscure corner is 'Liar, Liar,' which involves throwing beanbags at targets. Each target lights a match that helps to burn a string leading toward a cartoonish figure in polka dot boxers. The goal is to get the fire to touch the boxers before a timer runs out. When the fire hits the boxers, there's an uncomfortably realistic shriek. But it's probably fine.

The Sideshows and Exhibits
Fire is the overriding theme at the side shows with fire dancers and jugglers being the most prominent amongst the tents. Attendants for the tents all wear full (and varied) animal heads obscuring their faces; though, if someone is rude enough to rip off their masks, they'll just find disgruntled employees who would like that back now. The more notable sideshow acts include:

The Twisted Twisters - A pair of contortionists who maneuver bowls filled with flames while they shift around. They're very affable, joking with each other as they work.
Flammie the Magnificent - A magician who's open about his use of smoke and mirrors, as well as making objects appear in a burst of flame. He's a purposefully goofy magician aimed at younger kids.
Asbestos Mike - A man who juggles burning coals. His hands are… unfortunate to look at. But he doesn't seem to mind and claims to have no working nerve endings. He's extremely calm about… everything.

➥ Lost & Found

(cw: child endangerment/distressed parent with missing child, disorientation, hallucination)

And then, of course, there are the 'experiences.' They're not rides per se. Those are hard to pack up on a train, but they're exhibits to pass through with a particular theme toward interaction or ogling. There's a small wax museum with decently-crafted models of a few famous individuals. And then there's the Fun House. It's a mirror maze inside that seems to stretch on far larger than the small space it's set up in should allow. For those who make it to the center of the maze, they'll find a dark room with a single mirror in it. This, unlike the rest of the mirrors in the Fun House, isn't one that distorts your form. It's simply a standard mirror. There's also a corridor of mirror beyond it that leads to a quick escape from the Fun House for those lucky winners who make it there.

Said 'winners' will find that everything seems to be perfectly normal when they step out onto the bustling circus grounds. But is that- Ah, that's someone they wanted to talk to. Or maybe it's someone who looks suspicious. Just someone they want to follow. There is a figure and it's someone they want to follow. If they do so, they'll quickly lose said figure in the crowd, only to spot them a ways on a few moments later. Pursuing this figure will result in the winner being run around the circus grounds, never quite able to catch up. If they stop their pursuit, they will find themselves somewhere that they have not seen before. There may be a sense of disorientation as they try to get their bearings.

For those who don't enter the Fun House or come out as winners, they might notice someone--a parent--frantically looking about some other time. The parent comes up to them, asks if they've seen their child, before hurrying off to try to find an employee for help. Their little one was just there. They just came out of the Fun House and now… now they can't find their child! Employees will be only too happy to help, but non-employees might be quicker on the draw to locate the missing child. They're always found in a random place, seemingly unharmed but confused and frightened as they search for their parent, claiming they saw said parent going just over there, or over here. Still, you've reunited a family! No harm, no foul, right? Kids go wandering all the time. Parents really ought to keep a closer watch.

➥ The Ringmaster

(cw: fire, pain, immolation, screaming)

"Please be advised the following show contains flashing lights, sudden loud noises, and fire. Anyone who may have difficulty with these, please make your way to the exit. Our employees will provide refunds for anyone who may have challenges due to these effects." A full two minutes pass to allow those who need to leave time to do so. And then…

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and everyone in between, put your hands together for the one, the only, Fenix Down!" The words sound over the PA system in the tent just before roaring calliope music picks up and the man himself practically dances to the center of the ring in the main tent. Fenix is a remarkably short Caucasian man with dark hair, brown eyes, and a suit that looks like it's on fire, all orange, red, and yellow licks of color across the fabric. His bright yellow tophat features the company's phoenix logo on it, and he nearly loses the thing as he dashes around the ring, grinning like a madman and eliciting cheers from the audience as he raises his arms for them to shout.

"Are you ready, my friends, for the brightest, the grandest, the most extravagant show you have ever seen?" Thunderous cheers from the audience. "I am Fenix Down, and this is my extravaganza!"

The show plays out with two main acts with smaller ones in between. The main acts are introduced by Fenix in turn:

"Penny, the dancing flame!" is firedancer with an elaborate show involving a flaming whip and multiple other performers in horse heads acting as her 'animal companions' for the show.
"And Roderick, the man with laser hands!" is a young man in large, dark glasses who conducts a laser lights and pyrotechnics production from a DJ-style turntable as rock music plays and performers dance and tumble around the ring.

On the final night, there is a change to the performance, though. "And now, my friends, my dear friends, we have a special treat, a new main act to premier: Pyre, the burning man!" Those who are witness to this will see a young man enter the ring. He's sweating and a bit on the heavy side. He also looks… frightened. Frightened and exhilarated. He waves to the crowd as a circle of pipes is raised from a stage in the center of the ring. Pyre sets himself in the middle and lifts his hand. Liquid sprays from the pipes and for those who are close enough, they will likely recognize the scent of gasoline.

"I will be reborn and rise as the phoenix!" Pyre declares before striking a match. His whole body catches immediately in flames and there are horrified gasps and screams from the crowd. Those who might try to interfere are asked to hold on, hold on, just wait by employees. There's nothing to do for young Pyre, anyway. The flames burn rapidly until he collapses on the stage. Fenix makes the first subtle movement he has ever made for anyone who has watched his other performances. A small snap of his fingers, half-covered by one hand. The fire snuffs itself out immediately.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I know that seems frightening, but just watch," Fenix calls. "Like a phoenix, we rise!" As he says this, Pyre picks himself up. His clothes hang in a charred mess about his form, but his flesh… it seems to have knit itself back together. He is whole, and proceeds to give the audience a double-thumbs up. Relieved guests erupt in applause for this… very strange and rather harrowing final act.

After each performance for the night, the main acts and Fenix are available to take photos, sign autographs, and generally schmooze with the public for a little while. They each have a small tent so that you can have a moment of privacy with your favorite act, if you'd like. If anyone is looking for answers, particularly, these are the top of the hierarchy and might prove the most fruitful to speak to. They're also the only people in the circus that seem to have supernatural energy about them, for those who might have such senses to notice that.

➥ Mod Notes

GENERAL - Players are welcome to play NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompt should be sufficient and you're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. For this event, the only NPCs that should not be controlled by players for threading are: Fenix Down and the Main Acts in The Ringmaster prompt. These NPCs will be played by mods and available for interaction.
BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMB (25-26 August) - Characters may accept fliers to put up a maximum of three times (that's $300). Not everyone will feel the compulsion to put up the fliers, but if you need incentive for your character to take action, they can do so. The fliers are ordinary adverts with dates, hours, location, and pricing for the circus. Characters can wander around some of the set-up for the circus, but they'll be shooed away if they linger too long with a request to leave for their safety. Circus personnel doing the set-up are not interested in talking. They'll ignore characters or threaten to call the police for harassment if characters persist in bothering them while they're trying to set things up. Those who attempt to mind-control the workers or otherwise compel them for information will quickly discover that these are genuinely just ordinary people who are doing all the set-up. And they would really like to do their job because they do not have enough time.
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES (25-27 August) - Players are free to OOCly select their ADI-assigned partner. Those who misbehaved during the Sticky Wicket prompt (and there was evidence of that misbehavior) will find themselves saddled with a mentor, either as their partner or in addition to their partner. This mentor (if they're a PC) should be someone who DID behave in that prompt or who has not made themselves a problem for ADI up to this point. Partners are not required to stick together or with their mentors for the duration of the event. This is just an opportunity to get some new CR (or strengthen existing CR)! And maybe butt heads while you slip away from each other while investigating. Mentors will be expected to be somewhat responsible for their charges, though, if you would like to play with that dynamic.
SEND IN THE CLOWNS (26 August - 2 September) - Regular employees and sideshow acts have no particular information to provide about anything sinister going on at the circus. As far as they know, the work is grueling sometimes given the quick set-up/break-down and schedule, but they're paid very well and even have benefits! They're pretty protective of their employer, as a result, and aren't going to willingly trash-talk him or the circus beyond some standard grumbling about the extra work going into this as Gloucester wasn't originally on their tour schedule.
LOST & FOUND (26 August - 2 September) - Employees will be generally helpful in these situations, using walkie-talkies to try to find missing children. They won't be fast, though. Parents will be uniformly distressed, then grateful to anyone who might assist in locating their children. Children will be wholly unharmed, wherever they are found, but frightened, confused and disoriented. Characters who end up as 'winners' in the Fun House will need several minutes to get their bearings back after following their hallucinations. If they try to return to the Fun House, they won't seem to be able to find the center of the maze anymore, and the mirror maze will appear to be wholly ordinary and the correct size for the space it's in.
THE RINGMASTER (26 August - 2 September) - Characters who would leap in to assist Pyre will be waylaid by staff just long enough for him to stir and complete his act to show that he is, indeed, alive and seemingly fine. Those who still try to interrupt will be escorted out by security. Characters will have the chance to speak to Fenix, Penny, Roderick, and Pyre during this prompt. The first four will be available for the full week the circus is in town. Pyre will be available the final night. Characters may interrogate one NPC each. Each NPC will have different information they may be able to provide.

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I. BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMB (cw: emotional manipulation)

Even with a dwindling stack of fliers in his possession and a compulsion burrowing its way into his brain, Jeff seems to have a pretty lackadaisical approach to advertising. After sticking fliers up around town, he's parked himself at one of his busking haunts (out by a bar, or a coffee shop, at the docks, at a park, or just hanging out at what passes for a busy thoroughfare in Gloucester) and has started to literally sing the praises of the Fenix Down Extravaganza. It's not bad for a song he's composed on the fly, kind of has a Pixies vibe, and people who hear the song in passing might feel a sort of... infectious enthusiasm for the circus bubble up inside, though it'll pass soon enough, once the young bard and his music's out of earshot.

Stick around, though, and that enthusiasm may worm its way deeper inside, growing and mutating into a borderline unbearable giddiness. It can be downright intoxicating, and those affected by it seem equally likely to roll with it, as they are to try and cling to any self control they can, with a growing feeling of distress.

Of course, it's all up to chance, and it's equally likely for one to avoid the effects of the song entirely, only to witness the strange behavior in others. As far as Jeff's concerned, he seems totally oblivious to the effect his music seems to have on his audience.

(He isn't oblivious. He's just got Resting Angel Face.)

If others pass by with their own stacks of fliers, they may find the sheets knocked from their hands by some invisible force, or ripped from where they've been posted. Some even catch on fire. Odd, it seems to coincide with a certain pitch in his voice, or the particular rhythm of his playing, or, at times, a sudden shift in his setlist.

Maybe it's just a coincidence that he starts performing a cover of "Lake of Fire" moments before a rival's fliers combust.

II. SEND IN THE CLOWNS (cw: hallucinations, implied/imagined cannibalism)
(A)

At first, anyone who runs into Jeff at the circus will find him bright eyed with enthusiasm as he watches the sideshow attractions and pets the goats and chats up carnies in the name of 'investigation'. It looks an awful lot like goofing off (and trying to score drugs), but, like, that's just how deep undercover he is. He'll be a partner in crime for anyone who wants one, and may even sing some spells under his breath to rig some carnival games for (or against) others. Just be a pal and split your winnings of stuffed animals and cheap trinkets with him, okay?

(B)

Jeff's mood takes a noticeable dive the longer he's on the carnival grounds.

It's happening again. How did he think this wouldn't happen? Even with his head emptied of demons, filled with silence and overbearing loneliness, he can't escape the fact that he's thoroughly, completely fucked. Phantom screams and imaginary fire licking at his skin, there and gone, in stupid carnival games gone wrong. His head's turning on him. He rushes towards distractions, but he can't escape the overwhelming sense of wrongness behind flashing carnival lights and laughter and cheery music. He passes a woman eating what looks like teeth, lined up in row after yellowed row on a cob-- oh, no, it's just roasted corn. He looks at a menu offering something called long pig, punctuated with a drawing of a cartoon pig, except it's not, like, a cute, normal cartoon pig, it's more like somebody tried to draw Porky and made him just a little too human. Jeff looks away to try to stammer out a question to the bored concession worker, before looking at the menu again and seeing that there is no long pig, and no fucked up Porky, just hot dogs. He's seeing things again.

Jeff orders a soda and practically throws the money at the worker before hurrying away. It tastes like ashes (or he thinks it does, he could swear it does) and he throws it away without taking another sip. He hears another too-real shriek coming from that stupid Liar Liar game, and he wants to scream, himself.

At one point, he can be found standing at the edge of a crowd watching Flammie the Magnificent. There's something haunted in his expression, and his stare seems to go way past the colorful magician, zeroed in on something else. Jeff's eyes are wet, but he'll put on a forced grin if someone tries to get his attention, like he's trying to summon some sunshine back into his expression.

"Cool show, huh?"

He's fine. Everything's copacetic.

III. LOST & FOUND (cw: hallucinations, emotional manipulation, possession)

If you asked Jeff what Ziggy looked like, he couldn't tell you. Ziggy never had a body-- not a flesh and blood body, anyway. Ziggy wanted Jeff to share his body, so it could experience all that flesh and blood had to offer, but Jeff was always too scared and too fucking stupid to grant its wish. Even if he'd wanted to hand the keys over to Ziggy, he wouldn't know how. That kind of Ritual... He doesn't know the first thing about something like that.

Ziggy didn't even have a voice of its own. It spoke like a ransom note, piecing together words and phrases in other people's voices, first heard on TV, or the radio, or in conversation and eavesdropped sentence fragments. He doesn't hear that babbling cacophony now; he hasn't heard it in well over a month, thanks to this world and its bittersweet gift of ripping the demon out of him.

So as Jeff drifts out of the funhouse, he can't pinpoint why he knows that's Ziggy out there in the crowd, when there's nothing he can see or hear to confirm it. But he knows it's out there, ready for Jeff to seek it out and welcome it, embrace it, in beautiful, horrific harmony. Because Ziggy, like all demons, is wholly of the Gift. And it's the story of Jeff's life: he'll always chase after magic, even when it scares him and drives him crazy and turns his life into an endless, waking nightmare.

No matter how much Jeff wanders through the crowds and chases after it, he can't seem to catch up to Ziggy. But he knows he's on the right track-- or he thinks he's on the right track? He can swear he hears strange music in the air, a song that's never been composed, getting louder and louder-- then it's gone. Every time he thinks he's about to catch up, the music stops and he turns around, looks all around, and notices something that might be Ziggy in the corner of his eye, and he's on the move again, trying to find it.

He's so desperate for Ziggy, for the familiarity and the connection, that he could cry. It's in his throat, a miserable wail, threatening to force its way out. Instead, laughter tears through, Jeff's voice mingling with the cheerful crowd. Jesus, he doesn't even know where he is. None of this looks familiar, but he knows-- he thinks?-- the fairgrounds aren't even that big. But now he's lost, after running around, playing a game of cosmic hide and seek with his imaginary friend. He's crazy. He's fucking crazy.

He doesn't know if it's giddiness or misery that has him humming now, making up a little tune that he starts to put to a wordless melody, lifting his voice in a song that's all raw emotion and incoherence. There's nothing too weird about it; he just sounds like a drunk kid singing obnoxiously (though he can still carry a tune!) as he starts to walk without any purpose. It's like he's embracing his own disorientation. And the funny thing is, those people around him? Some of them start to feel it, too. For some of them, things are starting to get foggy, fuzzy, and weird. For others, emotions start to flare up in a frenzy, boiling over into hysteria. As long as Jeff continues to sing, it spreads around him, like an infection.

Soon, he gives it words, cloaks whatever magic's in his voice under another artist's song. This time, it's hard to say if he's aware of the effect his singing is having on others.

"You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away, on a wave of mutilation, a wave of mutilation..."

[ ooc: Feel free to stop him, confront him, or just handwave your character noticing/being affected for some future cr! ]

IV. WILDCARD
[ Hit me with anything you'd like, before or during the circus! Plotting comment, or you can reach me at

weeyotch or weeyotch#8200 to hash out ideas. I'm a little behind because I went on a surprise out-of-town hiatus this past week, and I'm still playing catch-up, but I'm totally open to any and all plotting.

Also for reference, though I didn't include it in any prompts, Jeff will be watching Fenix and the main acts, and his reaction to them will, for the most part, be excitement and enthusiasm over all the magic. Or what he assumes to be magic. ]

Edited 2021-08-30 01:36 (UTC)

[Aelwyn followed her sister sprinting down the maze of mirrors, and when she did she was sure she made a decision with her rational mind and not with any delusions to speak of.

That became harder to stomach as she gets more and more lost in this maze, her teeth clenched and the fact that she's visibly starting to sweat which she never does because she hates it.

And then the singing starts and Aelwyn clutches her head. Stop it, stop it, stop it, she's not going mad, she can't, her sister...

Her sister needs help. One hand still clutching her head, borderline pulling her hair really, she raises her other hand and summons up a ward that blocks the magic from reaching her mind and she glares daggers at whoever cast that and –

Wait, isn't that the guy she hooked up with a couple weeks ago? What the fuck, dude.]

He didn't have a destination in mind when he started wandering, his voice rising and falling, singing curses into the air. At least, Jeff doesn't think he had any destination in mind. But once he steps back into the maze of mirrors, it feels like...

Something. He doesn't know what. But there's something inviting about his own distorted reflection multiplying down the corridor. Home, sweet home, he thinks with a choked out laugh, like that makes any fucking sense.

He wonders if he can find it again, that mirror at the heart of the maze, or if it's just one more thing he only imagined. It's getting hard to tell tonight, what with reality blurring at the edges and his senses lying to him. But maybe he can find his way back to it. So he drags his fingers along the glass as he wanders the maze, lifting up his voice in that mind fucking musical spell again.

Jeff rounds a corner, hits a dead end, and starts on the only other available path, not seeming to notice Aelwyn at first. He feels her presence before he really looks at her. Or, rather, he feels that ward when it blocks his own spell. It's like... the magical equivalent of somebody slapping their palm on his guitar's strings, cutting the vibrations mid-note.

Feels fucking weird. He's never been magically cockblocked before. Jeff blinks, like he's coming out of a trance, and-- heeeey. He knows her. That's the fancy chick he hooked up with.

"Are you real?"

[She puts her hand against her head, trying to feel at least connected to something even if it's just herself. It's hot against her touch, and she shoots Jeff a confused look.]

Am I real...? [Shit, wait, is she... Yes! She's real. Grasp onto that one thing she's sure of.] Well, fucking obviously I'm real. Would you stop making everyone go mad for a second so I can leave?

"If you say so."

Jeff covers his eyes for a moment, then drops his hand, just to be sure. Aelwyn's still there, at the other end of the mirrored corridor, clearly unhappy with him.

Okay. Yeah. She is obviously real.

He starts to walk towards her, though the closer he gets, the more obvious it is that he's trying to look behind her, like-- what? Like she's hiding the way to the mirror?

"I'm not..." Wait. "Am I making people go crazy?" Shit. Cursing a girl he hooked up with. What a dick move.

Jeff Calhoun | Original

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